Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from St Kitts & Nevis and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Henry Cow to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Donald Byrd,
Ossler,
Crispian St. Peters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
ABC,
Rapeman,
Oneida,
Fugazi,
Surgeon,
Morten Harket,
D'Angelo,
Funkadelic,
The Star Department,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Main Source,
World's Most,
The Fugs,
T. Rex,
Pere Ubu,
China Crisis,
Roy Ayers,
Spandau Ballet,
The Cowsills,
Newcleus,
Chris Corsano,
Rites of Spring,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Associates,
Shoche,
The Birthday Party,
Parry Music,
Anakelly,
Liliput,
Scion,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Sound,
Barclay James Harvest,
Aaron Thompson,
Amon Düül II,
Swell Maps,
The Martian,
The Wake,
Tres Demented,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scrapy,
Blake Baxter,
Jandek,
Ralphi Rosario,
Porter Ricks,
Schoolly D,
Metal Thangz,
Eli Mardock,
UT,
Eve St. Jones,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jeff Lynne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Niagra,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.